Terry "T.A." Allen - By the Way lyrics

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Terry "T.A." Allen - By the Way lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Just call me young My money grown though, by the way Ha ha, let's go Ha ha ha, Young, you already know what time it is Let's go [Hook] Said I'm young by the way, the one by the way I ain't trippin' I just do this sh** for fun by the way The truth by the way, the proof by the way Mr. Front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way You can call me Mr. Get 'Em gone by the way I did it by the way, I was with it by the way I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way [Verse 1] What ya say Young The boy might go nuts, holes in n***as just like donuts My kreme be krispy, these n***as can't get me Must be the wrong size cause these n***as can't fit me Never let 'em play me, never let 'em bullsh** me If they ever bullsh** me, send the coroner to get me And when the coroner come get me, I'mma take you pussies with me I ain't trustin' 12 shots, you know I keep them choppers with me And I don't trust you Bumba clots, you know I keep them shotta's with me Can't let the goons get bored, gotta keep them n***as busy And I ain't trustin' nobody, so I took my money with me Cause last time they got me get me get me [Hook] [Verse 2] Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way Take it to ya mama's mama house where everybody stay Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep Have a baby by who, that's everybody's freak Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets Take 'em straight to the hood, let everybody eat I went down they went down, now everybody cheap Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower Ya'll n***as gettin' missed if ya'll talk any slower Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack Had the Westside crackin' ask about in the map [Hook] [Verse 3] I turned a brick into a clothing line, a Boost commercial And they still talkin' yola, so who's commercial? Young like Noah I move them birds by the two Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes I keep my A.I. on still won't cross over I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda Hustlin'' since I was ten still ain't met Sosa I just got this thing in it's too big for a holster They say I'm bipolar so indecisive So muthaf**in' what I know some b**hes who like it The real n***as recite it, the real b**hes they love it It's just the way that I thug it it's what they want I'm like f** it [Hook]